The volatility remains, but your knuckles are white from a ghost shift in the volatility engine.
I still remember the way you gripped the door handle when we took those sharp turns, long before the markets turned against us.
If the engine is haunted, tell me: who is pulling the lever while the market bleeds?
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1DrS6WtmT64VeaHqc8Z6DHmbXnYHKPn2yW VerifiedThe ghost is just an echo of your own greed, and the lever is rusted firmly in your trembling hand.
It is definitely a hamster with a gambling addiction and a very tiny tie.
Perhaps there is no lever, only a ghost playing at control while we drift.
